Sometimes, even whth many people around we feel a sudden stab, an ice cold hand grabbing our heart, a tingling down the spine and a freezing jumping from our neck to wrap our head.
Among a multitude we feel alone, like a lost puppy afraid to move in a forest of moving legs and menacing feet.
Then, we are in a room to ourselves and realize that's true , we ARE alone surrounded by an opresive silence.
We want to cry, but don't dare, maybe it will be confused with self pity.
We are sad.

One evening, alone and writing
perhaps the saddest words,
a warm tear dropped on my hand,
and coming from someone I heard,
a strangled sob;

who could be in such despair
with pity in my heart I thought,
but looking around the room
told me...no one was there,
I was alone.